☆ Can the most handsome and multi-billionaire mafia boss, known for his ice-cold demeanor and feared by all, ever fall in love with an ordinary beauty?.....
☆ Will she be the one to break through the formidable walls he has built around his heart...
After a refreshing two-week break, Jimin sauntered back into the office, sporting a pleated plaid dark blue skirt that flirted with mid-thigh length, teamed with a simple white t-shirt. She embraced a laid-back vibe over strict formality, partly because her wardrobe didn't boast many formal options.
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With a casual flick of her hand, she tousled her loose, flowing hair, adding to her effortlessly chic look. As she walked in, a chorus of cheerful greetings met her, though a few envious glances couldn't be missed. In a sea of stiff collars and blazers, Jimin's casual elegance truly stood out.
"Oh, I'm a bit nervous. My other clothes took forever to dry, so this is all I had left. Do you think Jung...uh, Mr. Jeon will mind? Will he be upset?" Jimin pouted, casually leaning on the coffee table.
Mina and Tzuyu, sipping their morning coffees, exchanged knowing looks. They were well aware of Jimin's limited wardrobe-after all, they were best friends. "Relax, Jimin," Mina said with a smile. "Mr. Jeon probably won't even notice."
"Lighten up, Jiminaaah! Why the nerves? Trust me, Mr. Jeon is in for a delightful surprise when he sees your beauty,"Tzuyu playfully remarked, giving Jimin a friendly slap on the shoulder.
"Aww, it hurts... you naughty tutu, pretty sure he won't even glance my way," Jimin mumbled with an exaggerated pout.
"Quit the whining, Min. I might just vomit," Mina teased, rolling her eyes dramatically.
"Minah, you're so mean," Jimin whined back, her voice dripping with playful exaggeration.
"He's like a giant, seriously huge. He'll-what?" Jimin paused, noticing her friends' exaggerated eye signals. She caught onto their antics with a curious look. "What's going on, guys?" she asked again, her voice tinged with suspicion.
Out of nowhere, Jungkook's deep voice filled the room, "Ms. Jimin, want to see how giant I am, or are you coming with me?" His tone was playful yet carried an unmistakable authority.
Jimin flinched, her heart racing as she slowly turned to face him. There stood Jungkook, in all his imposing glory. She shot her friends an annoyed, wide-eyed look that screamed, "Really, guys? You couldn't warn me?"
"Oops, Jungkook, my bad. I..I didn't mean it... I mean, Mr. Jeon..." Jimin squeezed her eyes shut with awkwardness, battling embarrassment.
Jungkook checked out the others, "You guys got stuff to do, right?" he teased, raising an eyebrow with that deep voice of his. They all stood up, giving a respectful nod and bow to Jungkook before making their exit.
Jimin shot Jungkook a playful pout, but he just brushed it off like a pro. "So, are you walking or should I give you the VIP carry?" Jungkook asked, his voice playfully cool, adding a touch of subtle tension. "I'm coming,"Jimin whispered with a still big pout on her face.
Jungkook sauntered into the office, with Jimin trailing behind and gently closing the door. As she turned around, she found herself face-to-face with Jungkook, standing just a breath away. His presence was magnetic, exuding a dangerous charm that made her heart skip a beat. His muscular arms were folded over his broad chest, highlighting his undeniable handsomeness.
